Chapter 8 - The Desperate Threat
Sloan completely lost her mind. The polished, glamorous persona she had carefully maintained in front of high society dissolved into raw, ugly desperation.
"You can't do this to me!" Sloan shrieked, pointing her trembling, manicured finger at Catherine's face. "I am a Vance! I have rights! I'll sue you for everything you have! I'll destroy your reputation!"
"You are not a Vance, Sloan," Catherine replied with deadly calm, stepping forward until she stood inches from her daughter-in-law. "You are a temporary resident who has overstayed her welcome."
Sloan grabbed her glass of wine, her knuckles white with fury as she raised it, threatening to hurl the dark red liquid straight at Catherine's navy blue lace dress.
Before she could move her arm, two large men in crisp dark suits stepped out from the side garden entrance, positioning themselves on either side of Catherine.
"I wouldn't do that, Mrs. Vance," the lead security officer warned in a low, firm tone. "Police officers are already stationed at the front gate."
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Sloan froze, the heavy glass trembling in her hand as she looked around at the circle of security officers, attorneys, and disgusted party guests.
👉 What surprise guest is about to arrive at the front gate to take Sloan into custody?
